Like my ancestors before me, who landed on the debatably fresh shores of Buenos Aires, I too shall do my best to inject some culture and education into this primitive society. Thus, for those that wish to follow these colonial footprints I retread, filled with dreams and aspirations, transvestites, stubble and a worrying dependence on substandard tea, read on....but please, be sure to sprinkle a little salt on it first.

jueves, 22 de julio de 2010

Bye bye baby...

With sandy blonde hair, soft white skin and sky blue eyes, I’m often accosted by interesting sorts and more often than not, land my self in environments in which a glancing flash of the purity of a crisp blue steel has very little place. An example:

I was making my normal gait towards the two women who sort out my fruit and veg( lad) when I glided past a group of healthy corner dwellers. Sure enough, I was invited to converse with their persons: one girl made what could only have been kissing sounds, whilst the other inquired of me how I was( I was fine as it happened…possibly a little hot)…but the last one thought it best she whistle at me and ask if I was looking for anything( yes, fruit as it happened).

"Eeey, qué pasa...querés algo?" She grumbled.

I laughed, then stopped when I peered at this last woman and realized that she must have been coming on to at least 5 months pregnant.

“mmm do you not think laying off the contractual sex for a little while might be a good idea, or possibly until you give birth?” I pondered.

I think the women decided that she’d make the most of not being able to get pregnant for 9 months, save some money on contraception, not that she had indeed been splashing out on such luxuries previously. With hindsite I really should not have been so taken-aback by this 2-4-1 deal; breaking news: “Ricky Martin: gay”, “Bishop linked with pedophilia”.......“South American prostitute gets pregnant”.